Prosperous Warm Marriage

Chapter 93 I'm Not Your Dad (2)
Uh….

She seemed to be overreacting a bit again.

Maybe they just didn't want her to spend the night in the living room out of good intentions, but she herself guarded against him as a pervert...

click.

The door was closed, and when she heard the sound, Wen Nuan blinked her eyes, thinking, within a day, she had been hugged by him three times, and she could smell his body every time, and his arms very powerful...

Thinking about it, her warm cheeks gradually warmed up, and she even smiled silly.

What's wrong with her?
Realizing his strangeness, Wen Nuan immediately suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, then shook his head, silently warning himself not to think wildly.

*
The next day, Wen Nuan woke up in a dream.

Before waking up, Feng Zhaoyang appeared in a warm dream, and he even kissed her.

Unlike the previous light touch like a superficial touch, this time, it was a hot kiss!

"What the hell is this?!"

Nuan Nuan whispered something, then sat up from the bed, and then picked up the phone to check the time.

07:30am.

Fortunately, it's not too late to wake up.

Putting on the slippers, Wen Nuan opened the door and went out.

On the opposite side of the master bedroom, the door is open. Looking inside, you can see that the quilt on the big bed is spread evenly, and there is no sign of Feng Zhaoyang.

he got up?

Wen Nuan stood in the corridor for a while, then walked back to the guest room, washed up quickly, changed into pajamas, and went outside again.

"It's time for breakfast."

As soon as Nuan Wen walked into the living room, Feng Zhaoyang came out from the kitchen, wearing pajamas, he looked less rigorous in a suit, and more casual at home.

Still handsome!

Following behind Feng Zhaoyang, Nuan Nuan stared at his back, walked into the kitchen, and sat down opposite Feng Zhaoyang.

"Are you going to work later?" Swallowing the noodles in his mouth, Wen Nuan took a sip of milk, and asked.

"Ah."

Feng Zhaoyang didn't look up, and simply responded.

"Can't you work from home?"

"Here, do you feel bored?" Feng Zhaoyang raised his eyes, looked at Nuan Nuan, and asked questions instead.

"No. I just..."

Hearing this, the warmth is embarrassing, and the world can learn from it. She never thought of asking him to stay with her, "I'm just worried that those people yesterday will be bad for you."

"You want me to hide at home and not go out?"

"..."

You can hide for a while, but you can't hide for a lifetime.

Nuan Nuan understands this truth, but now is the time to avoid the limelight, at least it is safer to stay at home.

However, the words of persuasion had come to her lips, but Wen Nuan couldn't utter them. Not only did she feel guilty, but she also knew that a hard-working person like Feng Zhaoyang would not easily leave work alone.

After a moment of silence, Wen Nuan said, "Then I'll go out with you."

"Need not."

"I can protect you."

Protect?

She doesn't really think that he needs her protection, does she?
Feng Zhaoyang's eyes flickered slightly, and he said, "Your injury is still not healed."

"It's okay, I..."

"Stay at home and help me look after the house." Feng Zhaoyang was not angry but awe-inspiring, looked at his eyes as deep as the sea, pursed his lips warmly, and did not speak again.

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Chengxi Tangjia
"Master, today's newspaper has an exclusive interview with the young master."

The butler was about 40 years old, and stood respectfully beside the sofa. After the old man sat down, he immediately handed out the newspaper in his hand.

(End of this chapter)